Scribbling Furiously...

My Muse, who is beloved, so, so very beloved, is gracing me with her presence. Were she not so...umm...fickle, though, I might tell her that the 70s called; they want their music back. All evening long, it's been a steady diet of "Music Box Dancer" chased with some Captain and Tennille.

If that's what it takes, then I'm all in.